O blowing westerlies,
raging the east and glancing the south,
teasing the mountains and kissing the skies,
blowing hard among the deserts,
and caressing the meadows,
tormenting the seas ,
and fondling with the daisies.

O blowing westerlies,
what letter you intend to give,
rising from the seas,
impending the mountains,
traversing the deserts,
and resting among the meadows,
in the lap of daisies.

O blowing westerlies,
what emotions nature expressed in you,
anger, rage, patience or all,
Yet I find love and its unending search within you……